Volume One, Chapter 31: Project Kindling

If those old ghosts like Qiu Chuji were to learn of Zhou Liang’s death from beyond the grave, they would surely wail in agony, wouldn't they?

The speaker was Chen Guodong, a distant cousin of Chen Qingling and one of the most gifted geniuses at the Star God Academy.

The topic was temporarily shelved. Everyone had gained a certain understanding of Ye Bai’s rogue-like shamelessness, which made the male disciples in the group quite resentful. Although Shirley did not pay them any heed, they were all very fond of her as a beauty, and that did not mean they were willing to let Ye Bai flirt with her.

Knowing that her eloquence was no match for his, Tang Guo simply stopped responding to avoid walking into a trap. To her, not bickering with Qin Cang was equivalent to cutting her losses in time; it was the wisest course of action.

The Ancient God City was, after all, not vast enough, even though it was already the imperial capital of the Great Sui at this time.

After walking a long way out of Changqiu Palace, Jing Rong and Mu Xuefu remained silent, far from the intimate and cheerful demeanor they had displayed upon arrival.

She walked into the bathroom to wash her hands, sat down at the table, grabbed a large mantis shrimp, peeled it, and bit off half in one mouthful, looking at the dinner plate while chewing.

Verus sighed to himself that it was all over. Just as he was about to give the order, he saw his remaining crippled soldiers pick up their guns and aim toward Hack’s direction, while he and Jim were shielded behind them.

More than ten minutes later, a knock finally sounded at the private room door. A man walked in—someone Ye Bai recognized: Young Master Chen Fal. Upon seeing Ye Bai, Chen Fal froze for a moment, a flash of malice and resentment crossing his eyes. However, he masked it well, smiling and nodding at Ye Bai with an appearance of great politeness.

The path of cultivation requires the accumulation of time. He had wasted too much time, so compared to some geniuses, he still lagged far behind.

In a whirlwind, she was pulled into an embrace, gasping for breath in nervousness. She raised her eyelids, and upon seeing who it was, her eyes widened instantly.

I couldn't help but gulp. That bastard Zhou Daodao, could he not wish me something better? He had just given me this piece of junk today; did I really have to use it so soon?

Over the past two days, Jia Lin called to ask how I was doing. I told him the doctor said I would need to rest for about five or six days before my vision would gradually recover, but for now, I truly could not see a thing.

Although he was the last to enter, his timing was impeccable. He strode forward and sat directly in the front row.

A string of symbols followed, resembling a cry of protest, pointing directly at the heart of the problem without naming anyone in particular.

When my mother remarked that she felt it was only yesterday that I was not like this, I immediately flashed an awkward smile. Since she did not press the matter further, I saw no need to explain.

A once-in-a-century blizzard and drop in temperature had burst water pipes and collapsed power lines. The damage was most severe in the rural areas.

After all, most singers in China were signed to major record labels, such as Rock Records, Warner, or Ocean Butterflies.

College students nowadays have quite high aspirations, and the allure of big cities for them is immense.

Talking on paper is certainly not enough. Li Xuan came this time to visit all the schools to inspect the quality.

Many people fear ghosts, but in that instant, Lu Shu felt there was nothing to fear about them; they simply hadn't seen the true darkness of the human heart.

It was just like when they took their oaths; some were hesitant, while others were moved. In truth, their thoughts were still very simple, for children who had grown up under the care of their parents for over a decade had not yet formed a profound impression of the world.

Chu Si found it strange that he was not the least bit worried about his own affairs, remaining foolishly happy all day. It was a waste of such a handsome face and physique.

Her eyes welled up. Cong Huifang suddenly wanted to cry, yet also wanted to laugh in sorrow. He said he owed her, which meant he had kept her in his heart; the fact that he felt guilty towards her showed that she was not entirely worthless in his eyes.

This student from the Yuzhou Daoist Class, who made them feel somewhat inferior, had ultimately chosen to act alone.

In Chapter 15, inside the courtroom, Magistrate Liu sat at the front, while Censor Zhang sat to the side, accompanied by the nun Miaoyin.

At night, the City of Silver Tides fell into silence and darkness, save for the bustling commercial streets and the brightly lit taverns, casinos, and inns.

With her acupuncture points sealed by him, Chu Si could not move. She stopped looking at him and slowly closed her eyes, pretending not to hear whatever he said.

Therefore, Li Zhengchun was in no hurry to arrange a marriage for Li Rizhi, and Li Rizhi’s mother, Madam Zheng, agreed with this sentiment.

Those men, having experienced the recent skirmish, nodded hurriedly, having concluded that this captain was not to be trifled with.

"So, what we need to confirm now is the true purpose of this sacrificial ritual that is set to take place tomorrow," Pu Xun said.

Xu Xuan was experiencing this deeply now. Reaching the latter stage was like walking the Heavenly Cloud Ladder back in the day; it was truly an arduous trek.

Yeguang carried her back to the room and, without further fuss, went to sleep holding Liu Chiyan.

At the entrance of the radio station, Liu Chiyan put on her mask and sunglasses, grabbed her bag, huffed at Yeguang with an air of haughty arrogance, and got out of the car, driving away in her own vehicle.

Just as Jiang Fengxian finished delivering a piece of bad news, Yeguang’s phone rang again. It was Guan Zhenxian from the Provincial Writers Association.

Chen Xiuxian smiled slightly. He reached out toward Liu Qichao’s shoulder. Liu Qichao instinctively tried to block him, but the next moment, Chen Xiuxian had already appeared behind him, pressing down on his shoulder.

Now, this village chief, who appeared unusually simple in his conduct, seemed somewhat abnormal in his eyes.

Claudia furrowed her brows. She was not fond of short-lived races pursuing her sister, but if a member of a short-lived race were truly to fall in love with her sister and prove to be of good character, Claudia had no intention of stopping them. As for what kind of person this newly inherited Duke was, Claudia felt it was best to investigate carefully.

Demonic beasts were not terrifying. With Lin Feng’s current strength, even an opponent on the level of Qin Xiaochuan could not do anything to him, let alone a Demonic Violent Sheep.

Qin Feng swept his gaze over the people behind Geng Qiang. Many of them were descendants of Gongjiawan, and his heart ached. It was truly a case of one bad apple spoiling the whole barrel; because of a degenerate like Gong Qiang, the atmosphere of the entire village had changed.

As February arrived, Chuxiu heard from the miracle doctor Qu that the heir to the Marquis of Lixin had formally inherited his title and was now leading the Yun clan. At the grand succession ceremony, both the Northern and Southern kingdoms vied to offer their congratulations.

After a simple resupply in Vermilion Bird City, they teleported to the Dark Castle. Since the Undead King had been defeated, the Undead Castle had been captured by the Vermilion Bird City army and turned into a secondary town in the China region, making it easier for players to travel to the Underworld.